Life is always full, isn’t it. For most of my adult life, I’ve longed for those endless weeks where nothing out of the ordinary happens. Gentle, slow weeks where time is endless, demands are small, and we are cheerful, content and doing just what we want at that moment. The sort of weeks we think we remember from our childhood, but really … they probably weren’t endlessly empty weeks, were they. It’s just we were little and didn’t notice all the comings and goings and changes that swirl around us as we make our way through life.
My grandmother passed away a few weeks back – this has made me sadder than I thought it would. I adore my Nanny, but she was so old and missed Grandad so much and regularly told us how ready she was to set off for the next big adventure. And yet, now that she has gone, I feel such a strong sense of loss. Even though Grandad passed three years ago, whilst Nanny was alive, he was still almost here – now that tenuous thread has been completely severed. I miss Nanny’s presence deeply. I miss being Nanny and Grandad’s granddaughter. I can’t quite fathom that such a huge part of my life is now well and truly over.
Noah is busy with work and university now – so there are never any slow, endless weeks. Whilst he learns to drive – a daunting prospect when every road around you is either dirt or a highway with a 100km speed limit – he relies upon us (but mostly me because I am always here and Julian is not) to drive him to and from town. I am utterly delighted with these changes for Noah – they are fabulous and he is thriving.
Julian – well, he is still working away mostly. Usually home for the weekend. Most often in Melbourne or Sydney during the weeks. And off to London and New York this weekend for a few weeks – oh I will miss him. Never ending busyness there, that’s for sure.
And me – well thank goodness I only work 2 days a week. I’d never fit it all in otherwise!
But this last week, well there’s been a lot of wonderful busyness. Noah and I visited Sydney for the weekend – details to come! And Aunty Anne has been visiting – so lovely! Today, we celebrated her 70th birthday and it was marvellous.
I decided a good old fashioned high tea would be just the ticket. I planned the menu based around sentimental favourites – jam drops because they were Nanny’s favourite thing to bake and she never arrived at a gathering without a tinful. Vanilla slices because they were Grandad’s favourite – oh he had a sweet tooth. Chocolate and caramel tarts – which became slice because I can’t find my little individual tart tins – because Aunty Anne has always been the Queen of Caramel. Mum’s special chicken sandwiches – Mum, Nanny, Jill and I have probably made thousands of these over the politicking years – and they are indeed delicious. Tiny Sausage rolls – because they’re fab and so very famous five-ish. And punch served up in the big silver punch bowl with plenty of floating raspberries and mint leaves.